It rained as we loaded the van with beach gear. It drizzled as we drove through Pearl City then Aiea. It was overcast as we took the Kinau exit. Then, inexplicably the sun loosed itself from the cloud cover as the Sienna slid into a choice parking stall and never left.
I know. Ala Moana Beach Park isn’t exactly the most exotic or exciting destination for a beach trip, but it worked out perfectly. There was no shore break at all so my Cole wouldn’t be assaulted by rogue waves and consequently resign himself to the sandy shore. He was in rare form today, walking alone in waist-deep water, splashing and kicking, getting slashed without scolding the offending party. He finally decided he had enough when he jumped off the body board and I let him sink a little deeper than I should have. Cole emerged from the water with a series of coughs. When he finally caught his breath, he uttered “Go up, already.” I wrapped him in a towel and made a peace offering of Funyans which he graciously accepted.
Avery, of course, had to be dragged away from the water even though she was in middle stages of hypothermia. I took a knee in the water and stood her on the other leg. “1, 2, 3 – jump!” I shouted and though she will never, ever, ever obey my vocal commands if I am asking her to stop doing something, she never, ever, ever has to be told to jump more than once. She was tentative at first until she figured out she could get some height, then bomb into the water and still touch the sand with her chubby toes. From that point she started kicking both feet up as she jumped, squealing and laughing the entire time. When it was her turn to jump off the body board, she did so without hesitation. I let her head sink beneath the water’s surface just to see how she would react and as soon as she popped back up, she reached out for the board and shouted “More! More!”
Thank you, weather gods, for a wonderful beach day. If it is in your collective good will to see the same through July, I would be eternally grateful.